…and the dry yellow leaf
that is scattered in front of
your feet, you look at it as if
it is your little treasure
you can always match
the brightness of the sky
in the run of a little fawn and
in the quietness of the tree
oh freshly bloomed verdure
oh skies of all mothers
that you always exist
on the soil of the earth
since when and since once
you flawlessly heard
the most gracious and
harmonious sound
you possess the brave’s
grace who kept listening to
the earth with his flawless
hearing he listened to
all the tidings coming
from afar and from
the underworld with
its over-worldly secrets.
Libros Libertad 